Harry's Blog

Well I've returned from a weekend "darn sarf" without using email or the interweb nary at all. It was quite refreshing really and meant I didn't have to suffer pointless crap like blog entries about Jam written in Morse Code.

I have had a fabulous weekend though thanks for asking. When you spend time with an angel you find a little bit of heaven rubs off on you and leaves you smiling even when you are far away. Either that or you start writing very cheesy blog entries.

I wasn't smiling too much at about half past nine this morning though. I'd managed to get to Victoria Coach Station in London on time, for a change (albeit a day later than planned, but who can think straight with so much romance in the air). I was met with a queue at the ticket office that meant my simple plan of paying £1.50 to alter my ticket to a allow me to travel today and still make the 09:30 coach to Manchester, was thwarted.

But matters took a turn for the worse upon arriving at the mystical ticket portal itself. It seems they were not going to let me have a simple £1.50 ticket change, instead I would have to pay £19.50 for a new single ticket. Not a great way to start the day (thankfully my day had in fact started in a much better way some hours before) or even continue a morning. I was unsure of my course of action at this ticket revelation, being it seemed, not only short of 50 pence, but some £19 too.

I trundled off to National Express customer services and met with a true child of God. There are those who view officialdom as a chance to destroy people in every way possible. But the kind-hearted lady from National Express took pity on me and altered my ticket to allow me to travel with my existing ticket for none of your English pounds. My first prayers of the day (I'd been a bit rushed earlier to thank God for not dying in my sleep or waking up ginger) were ones of thanks and the hope the National Express lives a long and happy life.

It's moments like this that I'm sure I live something of a charmed life. Or at least one where the Almighty has some great plan for my future that requires me to be constantly removed from mad scrapes that I've got myself into. Whatever the case may be, it's been a weekend where I've felt grace shine on me, along with the brilliance of a true angel, and left me feeling amazingly content, despite all the impending crisis that are bound to come my way should I not get paid soon.

What I can say for today is that I am very grateful to National Express for getting me home, when they had no real reason to. I also want to thank the wonderful J & J for putting up with your's truly for the weekend, you made me feel very welcome and I loved spending time with you both. Thanks also go to S, P & B for joining us at the restaurant and putting up with my terrible jokes. And of course, to L, my angel and guardian of the Jaffa Cakes.